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  2010

  Feb 5
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  Joseph R Tomlinson

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  need to get some rest…
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  trebor61 9:53 am on February 5, 2010 | #

  A Winter Night
  My window-pane is starred with frost,
  The world is bitter cold to-night,
  The moon is cruel, and the wind
  Is like a two-edged sword to smite.

  God pity all the homeless ones,
  The beggars pacing to and fro.
  God pity all the poor to-night
  Who walk the lamp-lit streets of snow.

  My room is like a bit of June,
  Warm and close-curtained fold on fold,
  But somewhere, like a homeless child,
  My heart is crying in the cold.

  Sara Teasdale (1884 – 1933)

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